When your heart has been through the wringer for someone and then burned alive at the stake, you tend to view love in a different way then the conventional “love story” way.
It has been almost 2 years since that happened to me, and I have to say, I have not thought of love in the same way as I did before.
In some ways, it has been a good thing…I have a more ‘grown-up’ conception of what love should and will feel like in the future.
However, I do not trust anyone at this point. Not myself, and certainly not anyone else.
That is what hurt does; Love can move mountains, but it can also cause chasms that seem boundless in their separation from anything resembling a romantic type of love.
Love is not rainbows and glitter and breathlessness anymore.
I define love as intangible, unimaginable, and elusive.
Perhaps that will change, but the chapter on love is closed for these moments in time.